Yes they died,
without bidding a decorous GOODBYE.
Tears were shed and so are now,
back then, for separation,
and today, unison which is hardly allowed.
Battles were fought and so are today,
when unknown was saved, known is now brutally slaved.
They slaughtered their lives to give us a better future,
Behold the ecstasy,
results may disheartened, perhaps they would again die.
Here i stand wishing everyone a glorious patriotic day,
when people merry and celebrate with layers of immense joy.
We see and clap to each and everything around,
become a part of the beatitude, which makes us dance and sing out aloud
Mum and numb, i suddenly didn’t feel my hands,
Are they cuffed or just a mere illusion which obnoxiously reflects,
A question instantly provoked and shivered me inside out
*WOULD THEIR DREAMS GET JUSTICE OR AGAIN FACE A HARSH FALLOUT?*